Hi!

Here's one of the most important chapters of this fic, that I'm finally done translating. I want to thank DraconistDuelist for helping me with the correction.

TW: Pedophilia (not very explicit (it's hard to quantify))

Enjoy!

It's already the last full day of camp. Yesterday, I tried jet-ski for the first time ever. It was both exhilarating and frustrating. Exhilarating, because of the speed and the maneuverability of the thing. Frustrating, because we could only ride it for ten minutes and even worse: we were not allowed to drive. Anyway. Today, most of the children went with three of the four adults to a kind of huge outdoor party. It's out of question for me to go there, I'm sure there's hundred of kids… I'm fine with making an effort and socializing a little, but there's a limit. Instead I went back to the lighthouse.

I'm up there writing since about twenty minutes already when I see a kid coming towards me between the dunes. I recognize him pretty soon with his brown hair. It's Arthur. That is why I don't worry when I hear someone climbing carefully the stairs to join me. He gets closer and sits next to me with caution. I finish writing my verse before looking at him. I wonder what he's doing there, without his cousin to whom he's usually clinging to.
"I thought you'd be there."
"And you were right. You came without James?"
"He went to the party, but I wasn't interested. I told him to go without me, he doesn't need to force himself to stay for me, and you're there."
"Seems so."

I'm not sure to be happy about having company, but at least Arthur is pretty chilled for a twelve years old. It's the first time that I see him on his own, and he seems pretty confident nevertheless. That could be an opportunity to learn more about him, to understand what is strange with him. Not that I'm much interested, but it can be distracting.

Eventually, he breaks the silence and asks what I'm doing. I explain him that I'm writing poems, and when he asks to see one I'm a bit reluctant. I end up finding a neither encoded or compromising poem about nature, written in English, which I let him read but without releasing my notebook.

Waves, oceans and stars
Melted together as I fall apart
Like a giant galaxy of luminescent scars
An entire universe full of art

Always moving
Always changing
Never the same as yesterday
Moving water all day

He reads carefully and silently. I know it's not amazing, but I still like that poem. When he's done reading I put my notebook back in my shoulder bag. Arthur congratulates me for my writing, but I don't show him any more. We go down to the beach after a few minutes of silence.

Once there we see Erwan, one of the youngest kids of the camp playing a few meters away form two "grown ups" (understand fourteen years old). I expect Arthur to spontaneously join them, but he stays next to me, hesitating. For once that his cousin is not around he has to cling on to me, right? Anyway, in the end we just sit in the sand and the two boys, William and Jens (Erwan's big brother) join us. They propose us to play cards, and we end up starting a kems round.

After four or five rounds, I notice a man sitting close to Erwan, and staring at us. He seems to be about forty years old, and I watch him from the corner of my eye. His insisting look at me is extremely unpleasant. I still manage to focus on the game after making my team loose two rounds in a row. After some time, I've forgotten the creepy guy. It's only when Jens realizes his brother his gone that we stop playing. The strange man disappeared as well. We split to look for Erwan, in the direction he probably went to, cause we'd have noticed if he'd have walked past us.

We find him fast. He's holding the worrying man's hand, walking by his side. He ignores our calls so we run behind them to catch up to them. They're already far away on the beach, but after two minutes we manage to reach them. With his long teenager's legs, Jens arrives first, and shouts at the guy:
"Where are you bringing my brother?"
"Oh, it's your brother? I should have seen it." The man has a though voice, but he tries to make it sound friendly.
"He was coming to my home. We talked a bit and he was intrigued by my models. I'm a collector, actually. As I'm living nearby I thought he could come to see them, and eat something. You can join us of course, there's enough food for everyone."
I cut in without letting time to Jens to answer: "I think we'll rather eat at our camp."

I'm absolutely not comfortable. I don't really know what that man is looking for, but I'd bet it's better for us to go away as fast as possible. Maybe he's a pedophile? Why would he try to grab Erwan with him otherwise? The idea sends a shiver of disgust down my spine. Yet, a part of me tells me that I can't keep suspecting the worst from everyone, that I can't live my life in fear, expecting every man I meet to try to rape me or someone else. When I watch at the man from a short distance, he doesn't look threatening. He's rather skinny and not really tall. His hair is neat, and he wears good quality clothing. I think to myself that should a fight occur, it would probably be easy for me to win thanks to the element of surprise my dagger would probably create before shaking my head to myself. I'm really incorrigible.

He just nods with an infuriating smile to my answer. He still holds Erwan's hand, and asks him: "What do you say? Do you prefer eating at the camp?" He tilts his head towards the kid's ear and whispers something I can't hear, then Erwan says firmly: "I don't want to eat at the camp! I want to come with you!'. With his free hand, he catches his brother's and says: "Join us!". The man nods again with a smile meant to look comforting and insists: "You can all come with us if you worry about your friend, I have enough for everyone to eat and like that you'll be sure everything is fine. If I wanted to do any of you harm I wouldn't stand a chance against four strong and young people like yourselves anyway"

At the insistence of his little brother, Jens gives up and no matter what I do, I can't convince them to not follow the man. Who would listen to a six years old anyway… I sigh to myself, disappointed by the educative skills of the parents of the children surrounding me. I still follow them though, to be able to protect them in case of need. My dagger is at its place, hanging at my ankle. Also, I can not live in fear forever. So, even if my instinct is screaming me to leave, I follow silently the others to face my fear. The man introduces himself with the name of Carsten and starts speaking enthusiastically about modeling. He's rather credible, and his passion convinces the others to chill.

Arthur stays close to me, with his usual clueless look, although he doesn't seem to find the situation odd. We walk for a few minutes along the coastline before heading towards a small house hidden between two dunes. It looks a bit old and looks more like a pool house than a real mansion. The man goes in first, letting Erwan's hand go. We all follow him inside, and find ourselves in a dark room.

By the time my eyes get used to the lack of light, I see that our host is standing in the middle of the room. I see him taking a long object from his pocket before turning to me. He aims to the door with the thing, a long wooden stick, and says out loud "Colloportus!". The door makes a sucking sound and try opening it, suddenly panicking, but it doesn't work.

Beside me, Arthur screams "You're a wizard!", while my brain is still processing what is happening. The man just points his wand towards Jens, then William, then me while muttering a new spell: "Petrificus totalus!". As soon as he pointed me with his wand I find myself unable to move. I am aware of what is happening, within the limits of what my shocked brain manages to understand. I try to contain the panic threatening to swallow me whole, my instincts feeling a visceral revulsion against this forced immobility. However, I manage to remain calm, after making a conscious effort not to panic. It's not the first time I do something like this. In my first life, I already managed to push away claustrophobia when doing speleology for instance, when I was about to go through an especially tight tunnel for instance.

Now that my panic is temporary contained, a second thing hits me: I'm immobilized by a spell! Like in Harry Potter! Those are the same words, the same effects than in the books I read in my first life. I regain consciousness of my environment. The room is still dark. I can see Jens and William paralyzed next to me. Erwan hasn't been cursed, and just observes the scenes with an absurd lack of emotions. The wizard is not directing his wand towards Arthur who remains motionless, looking shocked, but not for the same reasons as me.
"You're a wizard! Why are you attacking muggles? One should never make magic in their presence! What do you want from us?"
The man looks amused, and answers in an unpleasantly calm voice, while lighting a lantern with a spell:
"Indeed, I'm a wizard. You know, making magic in presence of muggles is only a problem if it endangers the Secret… But that Secret is safe, as the dead can't speak. For what I want, you'll find out very soon, my dear. I'm glad you're here, I rarely have the opportunity to meet wizards here, even if you'll probably cause me some trouble. Why are you there?"
"I'm on holidays with a cousin. Let us go, and we'll keep our mouth shut!"
"You're cute… I thought I'd start with the small kid, and save the youngest for last, but in the end I'd rather take care of you first. Come to me. And don't even think about running away. You know how magic works, and that you have no chance to escape me."

While a part of me is listening to them, the rest of me observes my surroundings frantically. We're in an almost bare room with two windows with closed shutters. The only light comes from the lantern that the man light up after petrifying us. In a corner of the ceiling I can see a trap door that probably leads to an attic. A closed door on my right doesn't give me more information. Behind the man, there's an old wooden bed, a nightstand and a chair on which the man sits when telling Arthur to join him.

Speaking about him, he is not really resisting, and seems to have trouble fully understanding the situation. He looks scared and shocked by the threat the man brings to him, materialized by his wand. A part of me is working at max capacity, having already put aside the existence of magic to focus on the most pressing matters. From how calm the man is, how chilled he acts and talks, I can tell he is used to what he's doing. He knows what he's doing, he already did it. He's not afraid of being interrupted and trusts his power. He orders Arthur to undress, and when he doesn't react fast enough for his taste he petrifies Erwan as well before coming back to Arthur that froze. The pedophile tells him again to undress, but when my friend refuses the man just sighs before saying, almost delicately: "Imperio".

He tells again Arthur to undress and this time my friend starts obeying, expressionless. Meanwhile, the pedophile walks towards us, examining us as if we were for sale. He strokes Jens's torso before coming to me, touching my butt. If I wouldn't already have been paralyzed, that would have petrified me of horror. This disgusting touch makes so many memories surfacing, reminds me of feelings that I never forgot despite my body switch. I instantly feel soiled, and I shut myself in a corner of my mind, blocking any emotion, in a state of shock, but don't manage to go deep enough in myself to not feel anything any more. I want to badly to destroy the spell maintaining me here to run away, and I can almost distinguish a complex web of brilliant threads tangled tight around me. At the same time, a part of me is paralyzed, unable to react even if it would have been possible. I recognize this sensation, and I hate it. I would cry out of rage if I could from feeling that again. Nothing changed. Nothing ever does.

My attention painfully refocuses on what is happening in front of me, and I can't escape, unable as I am to even close my eyes. The pedophile is circling around Arthur and tells him to caress himself. My friend clumsily obey, still imprisoned by the imperio. I would like to help him, and once again I almost visualize the nexus of luminescent threads around me impeding me, but I don't manage to destroy it. I'm scared, and still tetanized. The asshole finally gets bored and starts caressing Arthur himself. At this moment, I forget my blockages and my traumas, or rather I use them as fuel, because I know how Arthur is feeling and will feel if it keeps going. I don't care what happens to me, as I already did before killing myself. But when it comes to my friends, I can't remind indifferent. Never have been able not to care. I don't know that kid this well, and he's a lot younger than me. But he showed me affection, and kept me company this week. I can't let that man do this. I won't let this bastard traumatize a friend for life! Never.

A protective rage fills me and I see once again the brilliant web of the spell around me, but this time it doesn't stop me, it explodes. I leap forward without asking myself how I got free, but the pedophile sees me and just paralyzes me again. I barely got closer, however it's enough to make him forget Arthur. He stops in front of me after telling my friend to stop moving, and says: "So you're a small witch, uh? Also on holidays? Is her from your family?". When Arthur denies it, the man thinks a bit, then a predatory grin stretches his lips. He aims his wand at me and says "In that case, given your motivation, I guess I can take care of you.". And then, he pronunces again the reviled spell as I'm looking for an escape. "Imperio".

Immediately, I feel as though I were in a trance, unable to make my own body move. I can see and understand what is happening, but from far away, and my body is disconnected from the horror that fills every inch of me. The pedophile tells me to get closer to him and to undress, and my body starts obeying while I'm stuck inside my head. The wizard starts masturbating in front of me. At the moment I'm about to remove my shoes, Arthur comes behind him with a chair in his hand. He smashes it onto the bastard's arm without causing much damage, I think, but it's enough to make him drop his wand. The spell breaks and without thinking I grab my dagger and jump to the pedophile's throat. I stick my blade into his neck with all the strength I have and I feel it sinking into it almost effortless. I think I got his windpipe. He pushes me away almost instantly, but it's too late.

I land on the ground, half naked, and I see him trying to compress his throat while looking for his wand with his second hand. I see it before him, and I take it while moving away from him. He tries to follow me but only manage to take a few steps before falling. He tries to speak, but his voice gets lost in a blood and air gurgling. Arthur is further away, on my right, and observes the scene with his hands tense on the chair, frightened to death.

Eventually, after a minutes that feels like an eternity, the pedophile stops moving while the pool of blood on his clothes and on the ground besides him stops growing. Jens, William and Erwan are able to move again. They talk and cry all at the same time but I ignore them. I go to check on Arthur that is still holding his chair, and I gather his clothes on the ground at the same time as mine. He puts them back without a word while the others open the door to run away. Before they can do it, though, I scream them to wait. They listen to me, maybe scared by the bloody knife in my hand. Or maybe they feel that I'm in control and they trust me, forgetting my age.

I tell them that we should stay here together, let us the time to get our clothes, and that I need a cell phone to call help. Arthur says in a shaking voice that he has one and gives it to me while the others go in the next room that turns out to be a kitchen, to not see the corpse any more. My friend eventually drops his chair and curls up in a ball on the corner that is the further away from the body. Even I avoid to look at it more than necessary. I'm totally keeping my composure, like always when I'm in a crisis situation, and my emotions are put in stand-by. I focus on what I have to do. If what I read in Harry Potter books has any truth in it, it's obvious for me that I have to tell some wizards what happened so that they can take care of it, to preserve the Secret that Arthur mentioned earlier.

I ask as delicately as I can to my friends if he has a way to communicate with his family. He tells me his mom's number is registered on his phone, that she gave him for his muggle holidays. He doesn't seem to notice that he's giving me useless details, and doesn't look surprised by my knowledge of his world. In the end, he calls his mum himself, and explains with difficulty what happened. Some tears roll down his cheeks but he doesn't break down. Eventually, he gives me the phone and I explain that some muggle children are with us and are at risk to spread the news if we wait for too long. I then proceed to explain exactly where we are and Arthur's mother, quite destabilized, guarantees me that she's calling the Obliviators and that she's on her way.

Once Arthur and I are finally done putting our clothes back on, I notice the pedophile's wand on the ground. I need to get it, it's probably my only chance to have one before I'll be eleven (if Harry Potter books are true, of course), and I could really make use of it. I refrain my reflex to pocket the wand cause I know the wizards will likely be looking for it, and if they use an accio they'll get me instantly. No, I have to hope that I'll have a good opportunity, maybe just before leaving? I notice that Arthur's eyes keep on going back to the corpse, so I cover it with the bed's sheet. I make it so that the wand is also covered. If I'm lucky the Obliviators won't look for it.

After that, we remain silently side by side for a few minutes before I find in myself to open the kitchen door and tell the children that we'll be rescued soon. Jens is holding Erwan tight and I'm happy for him, that he's still able to handle physical contact. I leave the room, I want to be alone, so I just walk to the doorstep and stay there. Arthur stays with me. He doesn't say anything, and I don't have any word to offer. Eventually we here noise outside, and Arthur opens the door. There's a group of adults standing on the other side, four in total, all with normal clothes. A woman leads the group, she is the only one without a wand in her hand. When he sees her, Arthur runs into his arms while calling her "mommy!".

The Obliviators visit the house pretty fast, one of them carefully examining the corpse without paying attention to the wand nor touching anything while an other takes care of the children (including me, which is annoying). I see the last one opening the trapdoor on the ceiling, then levitating to the attic (LEVITATING FOR FUCK SAKE, one, what the fuck, and two I also want to do it!). He gets down pretty fast, and whispers something in one of his colleague's hear with a disgusted look on his face. The Obliviators finish to clean the scene, and the one that was examining the body covers it again with the sheet. I assume they're waiting for us to leave before doing anything with it.

The muggles are led to the kitchen again, and I can see through the half-open door two Obliviators making them sleep then use spells to clean their memory and give them fake memories. Arthur is holding his mother's hand, and the last Obliviator is speaking with her. I don't really know where to go and am content with listening to what is happening. I don't know what the adults are planning on doing with me.

In any case there's no way I'd let anyone mess up with my brain or make me lose my memory. Knowing that magic exists… That's a crucial piece of information for me! It can explain why I'm alive, I'm sure! My research cooul progress so much. There's also so many things I'd like to test, and I'll be able to fly… No question of taking this away from me, even if I really go to Hogwarts when I'll be eleven. Also, it is a matter of personality. No matter how unpleasant today's event are, how bad they'll damage me, I have to face them, and they'll build me whether I remember them or not. For this reason as well I can't allow myself to forget anything. It belongs to me. I am myself only through my memories and thoughts, I don't even have my body, my family or the people I cared about before I died to remind me of who I was. It's all I have.

Eventually the Obliviators regroup and start wondering what they should do with me. I hear them say "She is a muggle born, she should be treated like the muggles, out of safety reasons." I expected it, but I'm still flabbergasted by their nerve. Taking such an important decision without consulting me… Okay, they think I'm six years old, but still! They don't explain me anything, and they think they can decide at my stead what is good for me? I can feel the anger rising inside of me, and I step to them while they're still speaking. Arthur's mum is with her son, out of the way, but I know he's watching. Will he be an ally?
"I refuse to lose my memories. You're not allowed to steal them from me."
The wizards turn towards me, surprised, and one of them answers:
"Sorry kid, but you're living among those we call muggles, and even if the abilities you showed today make you one of us, it'll still be years before you'll join our world. It'd be to dangerous to let you go with what you know."
"I know what muggles are." I say, coldly. "I read Harry Potter years ago!"
"Years ago? How old are you, kid?"
"I'm six, and I read the books back when I was four. I'm what the muggles call a precocious child, or gifted, if you like. I'm more mature than I should be. Don't take me for a dumb child that speaks too much. I know when to shut up, and I know that the Secret must be protected. Hell, I am the one who decided to call you! If you don't trust me, then use a spell to prevent me from talking about the magic world until I'm of age to enter it, but don't make me forget anything!"
The Obliviators look at each other in confusion, and I know I surprised them with my words and my intelligence. I'm worried that I did too much, but my integrity is at stake. I can't allow myself to lose my memory, the point of the discussion. The idea of "precocious" is blurry to me, so it should be even more complicated for wizard, and hopeful they won't find me too odd. Eventually, the same Obliviator speaks again, with the silent support of his mates. I deduce that he must be their leader.
"You're speaking as an adult, so I will talk to you as if you were one." he starts, with an encouraging smile. "You need to understand that we can't let a muggle born child in her muggle environment with the knowledge you have. It's taking a risk. You're smart, so tell me. What will we do if for instance you do experiments with magic and hurt some muggles, or reveal secrets? I have a counter proposition: we can lock your memory instead of erasing it, until you go to Hogwarts. At this moment, we'll give you your memories back, and we'll make sure that you receive psychological support to help you put those memories at the right place."

He looks reasonable, sure of himself, and I know I can't run away. Yet, it's the thing I want the most right now. I can hear in his voice that he's convinced of what he's saying and that he won't trust me. Despair starts filling me, along with frustration. A part of me wonders if I wouldn't be better off slicing my throat so that I wouldn't have to lose my memories. But I know it wouldn't improve my situation, especially as they'd probably manage to "save" me. That's why I retort, with a voice that is starting to shake:
"Let me my memories, I'm begging you. Whether I remember them or not, they will shape me, and if I don't remember I might suffer even more from it. They belong to me, don't you get it? What happened today was awful, okay. But I don't regret to have protected my friend, and I don't want to forget everything that I've learn today, it's important for me!
Arthur's mother, who had come closer during our debate, cuts us at that moment, Arthur still clinging to her hand.
"Sorry for interrupting you, but the problem here would be to let this young girl by herself in a muggle environment, at the risk she could cause problems?"
"Indeed"
"If my family vouches for her, would you accept to let her those memories she seem to care about so much?"
"Well, it could indeed work. But are you sure that you and your family want to take this responsibility? It implies that if this child causes any problem in relation with magic, you will be hold responsible. You could have to pay fines, and if what she does is really bad she will lose her memories anyway."
"This kid saved my son's life today, and all the other children's at the same time. And even more. So yes, I take the risk and my family will take it as well. That is, if it suits you, of course" adds Arthur's mum, turning towards me.
"It suits me." I say, gratefully "Thank you very much."
"Well, in that case I guess we're done. I'd advise you to consult a Mind Healer for your son, and the girl will probably need one too. For the rest you just need to sign an attestation saying that you're responsible for the kid, then you'll be free to go. Come with me." he turns to his colleagues. "I want one of you bringing the muggle kids back to a place where the people taking care of them will find them, and one of you to start cleaning the attic. And please, boys, discretion!"

And that's how I find myself alone with Arthur in front of the door, while his mother goes to the kitchen with the Obliviators' chef. I feel so relieved. The tension doesn't leave me, though, and I still need to find a way to bring the pedophile's wand with me. While I'm trying to solve that problem, Arthur tells me, with hesitation:
"Mom told me that I won't go back to the camp, she wants us to go back home as soon as we'll be done here… Do you want to come with us? We can bring you drive you to your place tomorrow."
"How will you go there?"
"We'll apparate there, do you know what it is?"
"Yes, I remind you that I read Harry Potter. Well, maybe you don't know what it is… Anyway, it could be nice, if it's fine with your parents. I don't really want to stay around."
"Don't worry, I'm sure she already planned to do that anyway. So, it's true that you only know the magic world through books?"
"Yes, are they saying the truth?"
"I don't really know, I've never read them, but they're known for being close to the truth without being totally accurate. If I understood right, the information muggles could verify are false, but those about the wizards are mostly true."
"I see."

Arthur looks more relaxed than earlier, but avoids looking in the direction of the corpse, contrary to myself. Since I know it's possible that I leave by apparition, I look a lot at the body's direction, cause the wand I want is still next to it, under the sheet. The problem, it's that if the adults realize that I have it before I can hide it in a safe place, it could endanger my hold on my memories. And thinking about it, it could also embarrass Arthur's family. But this wand offers me too many possibilities for me to give up on it. And Arthur's mom decided to take a risk after all. Also, if they understand that I have it I can play the poor traumatized child that just wanted something to defend herself against baaaaad people (which is technically part of my reasons, if we only keep the part where I defend myself). Those are the reasons why I signal Arthur to keep quiet and walk discretely to the corpse. The adults in the kitchen can't see us, and the Obliviator in the attic seems to still be busy. I wonder what is up there, but I won't take the risk to lose the wand to find out.

I lift the sheet, fumbling a bit while avoiding to touch at the corpse cooling down, without being able to prevent me from taking a look. I finally take he wand and sticks it in the elastic of my trousers before putting my shirt back on it. It is quite big and efficiently hides the wand. I go back to Arthur that whispers to me frantically (yes, it's possible, and I appreciate the common sense he shows):
"What are you doing?"
"I need this wand, I'm living with muggles and didn't know I was a witch before today. I want to be able to defend myself, please, you're my friend and you know what happened, it's my only chance to have a wand before going to Hogwarts. Just having it will comfort me. I know it's a lot I'm asking you for, sorry… But can you do that for me? Don't worry, if the adults understand what I did I'll pretend you didn't know anything."
Arthur seems a bit shaken, but doesn't hesitate before answering:
"Alright, you can trust me."
He's cute, I'd almost hug him. Well, if I'd have been a normal kid and would have been able to handle physical contact. Haha. If I would have been a normal kid, nothing like that would have happened anyway, or at least not that way.

Shortly after the adults come back and Arthur's mother indeed proposes me to come to their place so that I don't have to go back to the camp after what happened. I think she feels like she owes me, but also that she would like to get to know me better. After all, she took risks accepting to be my "magic tutor". In any case, I readily accept, I need to leave fast, before anyone starts asking themselves questions about a certain wand. I don't really know what story will be used to explain our sudden departure from the camp, but I let the adults deal with it. After all, I'm just a harmless kid overtaken by the events, right?

Arthur's mother take her son's hand with an apologetic smile, promising me she'd come back immediately to pick me up. I tell her I'll be waiting for her outside, and I see watch her disappear with a sort of "pop". Even if I intellectually knew that it would be like that, I'm still bugging briefly. Magic… As I suspect that she'll take some minutes to drop her son safely, I go outside of the shack and seat on the ground, my chin resting on my knees. She's quite fast, and comes soon back. She examines me quickly and uses a spell to make the blood on my clothes disappear and clean them a little. Then she asks me if I'm ready and tries to reassure me, but I give her my hand without showing any weakness, hiding both my excitement at the idea of apparating and my disgust at her touch. Apparating is at the same time a quick, puzzling and uncomfortable experience, but strangely enough I don't dislike it. I find the description of a rubber pipe to be pretty accurate.

We arrive in a room that seems to be a vestibule. I hasten to let Arthur's mother's hand go while looking around me. A majestic wooden door faces me, which I assume to be the manor's entrance, because with that room size for the vestibule I can't decently call that building a house. There's a line of coat hangers on the left of the door, and on the right a window lets light in. In front of the front door there's a smaller one, halfway open, and Arthur stands in front of it with a lady that looks very old.
While I'm staring at her she starts speaking, in an aged but firm voice:
"Welcome to our home, young girl."

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Partir chercher le bout du monde
Vagabonde
Nulle part chez moi et partout à ma place
Trouver des souvenirs que rien n'efface

Partir pour m'enfuir loin d'ici
En sursis
Et peut-être de merveille en nouveauté
Trouver une raison de toujours exister

Partir pour ne pas avoir à me souvenir
Ne pas souffrir
Chercher une voie et disparaître
Loin de ceux qui ont pu me connaître*

x

*Go looking for the end of the world
Hobo
No where home and everywhere at my place
Finding memories that nothing erases

Go to run away far from here
On borrowed time
And maybe from wonder to novelty
Find a reason to keep on existing

Leave to not have to remember
Not to suffer
Look for a way and disappear
Away from those who may have known me

-SMS sent by Aurore Berger to Quentin Lemage on the 18/09/07-

Soo, what did you think guys? A lot of input in this chapter, right?
See you at some point for the next one.